Watch that Uncle talk bub. You've been warned.
I think the last significant comment I ever made here was that I really want the big awl picture back. It's very important. It will increase traffic, if you're into that sort of thing. In my expert opinion. As a matter of fact, if you bring back the pic, I promise only to lurk here, never to comment again.
Later, they got drunk together on Martini and Rossi Asti Spumanti and Buthelesi Farms Wine, sang Lethu Mshini Wami (Bring me my machine gun), plotted out the evening rapes, and had a pissing contest over who was more corrupt: "You are more corrupt my friend!" "No, my friend *you* are more corrupt!"
SAIC demands full feeds.
Go easy. They're Saskatchewaneritians for Pete's sake.
It's not red, it's brown. They have to make everything so dramatic.
Those Transcona girls are so gauche.
Beats digging ditches.
Oh dear, where to begin. Better not to at all; less stressful that way. The post did make me think of pirogies though.
That really looks like Scrunchington. Connoisseur of quirky things that look like art, social mediaite, bipedlar, and Bon Vivant, he is much more than a "geek": he is an onophile and a wank. Wonk?